We All Live

in a Yellow Submarine

Well, submarine, or a starter home in a can of yellowfin tuna.

I will not go on and on about the concept or practice of peace. The debate itself seems less than peaceful to me. Thank you. Carry on. I’ll be in the back near the exits. Doodling maybe. Autographs? Absolutely.

It seems to me that it might be helpful to present ideas of the world as if they were an orchestral dance sculpture with still slides.

Anyway … the world. As if .. Not now. Not here.

As for me .. I’ve been getting out. Fishin’.

PS … I am about to swap out the bell diver for
the yellow submarine. Help. I need somebody!